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I’ve been working on this so much the last two days that I’m not sure how I actually feel about it lmao. But! Here you go. David/Angel angst, just for you.
(TW: descriptions of blood and injury, car wrecks. Mind the tags)
THIS! THIS!! OMG. I love it cause it's fantastic.
As someone who has had sensory overload, this is an excellent interpretation.
AND the way Huxley, without instruction, knew what would help, knew how to calm Damien, so much that he fell asleep, HE FELL ASLEEP.
Highly recommend , Highly loved by me
You Came? You Called.
Damien has had a week and finally breaks down, Huxley is there to comfort him however. [new fic] As requested by the lovely @espressoth
Huxley took his hands out of the warm water and began drying them quickly. He was in the middle of washing the dishes when Damien called and he dropped anything to answer him. His half dry hands grabbed the phone and right before he hit the answer button, the call screen disappeared. His brow furrowed as he stared at his phone knowing it didn’t ring anywhere near long enough for it to have gone to voicemail for Damien. He hung up before Hux even had the chance to answer. Something was wrong and Huxley knew it. He knew his partner. He was quick to grab his keys and bag and he was out the door.
Damien was in his bed, breathing heavy, temperature unbearably hot. He was overheating in every sense of the word. He watched the phone shaking in his own hands as the thoughts swarmed through his head. I shouldn’t have called him. I should just leave him alone. He doesn’t want to hear from me. He wouldn’t want to deal with this. He would help. Fuck. Why can’t it just shut up. The room was too hot, he was too hot, everything felt like it was burning up inside him. This week was too much. Everything about this week was too much. Everything from school to family had been exhausting this week and he finally snapped. He thought maybe escaping to a bathroom break during one of his classes would help cool him off but that only made the situation worse. The second he got to the bathroom he started trying to cool off, regulating his breathing, and a group of guys walked in. They were loud, too loud. And he snapped. He left the now heated room, slamming the door behind him, leaving the group to stare at the fire elemental storming out.
He felt those stares on his back as he left, practically hearing the laughter echoing afterward. This was just the start of it. He knew he needed to get home as fast as possible before he blew up on campus. He knew what came after this. The overheating, the anger, the frustration, the meltdown. Every door he walked through was slammed behind him and he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. He needed to leave. Everything, the way his shoes squeaked on the wet sidewalk, walking past people talking, someone's laughter, sent him hurling faster and faster towards the edge. Once he reached his door he finally took a breath, shaky as it may have been. He stood there grasping at anything he could in himself to gather himself. He didn’t want to have this breakdown, not right now, not ever. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t get a hole of himself, he couldn’t talk himself down. All he could do was talk himself in circles and he fucking hated it. He hated that loss of control.
It didn’t take long for him to collapse onto his bed, holding back his own tears. His hands were shaking as he picked up the phone. He knew Huxley would help. He was a calm presence and he knew that stability would help. But somehow it scared him to hit the call button. He knew he was safe with Huxley but at this point he was so in his head already. He was spiraling and he was doing it fast. He hit the button. The noise of the call connecting rang out into the room. His head was spinning with the ringing. He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn’t bother him. Fuck. fuck he shouldn’t have done this. He shouldn’t bother him with this. Fuck. He deserves better. He has enough going on. Leave him alone. He’ll leave. Fuck. He hits the end call button. He hopes Huxley is busy with something else. He turns his phone off.
Not long after that a knock at Damien’s door pulled him out of his spiral even for a brief moment. Who the fuck could be at his door right now. Why can’t everyone just go away. Please just go away. Go away. But he made his way to the door, reluctant and irritated. Peeking outside the door he saw Huxley was standing there, breathing heavily. What the hell? He swung the door open fast, standing in front of his boyfriend. “Huxley what the hell are you doing here?” Damien stared up at him, confusion, almost anger boiling out towards him. The second it came out though he knew he shouldn’t have said it like that, the frustration with the world soaked the words and he hated that they were said to Huxley. The thoughts began echoing in the back of his mind again. “I uh, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He looked down at his clearly overwhelmed boyfriend, worry etched across his face. He could feel the heat coming off of Damien from here. And he knew Damien didn’t mean the words he said and he wanted to tell him that, but now wasn’t the time. And Damien stared at him in silence, a trace of surprise in his eyes as they stared at each other for a moment. All until Damien looked away from him, eyes focused downwards as he spoke softly. “You came?” The crack in his voice was barely audible as he stared at Huxley’s shoes. Noticing that they were tied in a loose knot. Quietly hating the tears that were threatening to spill over again. “You called.” Huxley’s voice was steady and assuring. He knew reaching out to touch him would be anything but helpful right now, so he stayed, waiting on Damien’s reaction. And just like that Damien broke down. Those two words were enough. His shoulders began shaking, the tears rolled quickly down his cheeks. He took a step back into his apartment, allowing Huxley in with him. Huxley was quick to act, moving into the apartment with Damien, and closing the door quietly and quickly. He kept his voice low when he said “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” A simple nod was all Huxley needed to begin quickly moving with Damien to the bedroom, taking however long Damien needed to get there. Once they got there Huxley made quick work. He helped Damien get situated in bed, ensuring there weren’t too many blankets surrounding him and helping him take off the hoodie he couldn’t muster up the ability to take off sooner when he was too overwhelmed with everything already. Next he moved the bag off of his back, one Damien hadn’t even noticed at first. Huxley was careful to be quiet and gentle with it as he opened it, trying to not make too much noise, remembering how Damien had described noise as a sort of scraping feeling against his brain, only getting worse at times like this. The first thing he grabbed out of it was Damien’s noise canceling headphones. Damien hadn’t even attempted to look for them when he got home and was relieved to see Huxley had brought his extra set he left there. Another searing tear poured over the edge as he grabbed them from Huxley. Damiens hands were still shaking with frustration that he couldn’t get his tears under control, couldn’t get the swirling in his head to go away. And the second the headphones were around his head, cutting off the noises from the surrounding world, he felt a sense of peace in his head for the first time in hours. The yelling became a hum, still there but not nearly as loud as it had been.
Once Huxley saw Damien’s mind ease a bit at the pressure now around his head, quieting the world around him, he grabbed the next thing out of the bag. He held up the water bottle to his partner and tapped lightly on the bottle in question. Damien looked at it and quickly nodded, knowing water would help the situation. Huxley gave a thumbs up in silent acknowledgement and stood from the bed and made his way quickly to the kitchen. In his moment alone, Damien used it to breathe, attempting to calm his still shaking shoulders and the quiver in his lip. You’re being ridiculous. You shouldn’t be reacting like this. You can’t be like this around him. Yes I can. You’re safe with him. He’ll take care of you. What if he leaves me because of this. His mind was still a battlefield as he tried to wrestle the bad thoughts down.
Huxley was quick to return, straw already at the ready for Damien to drink as he pleased. Damien managed to smile at the small detail and carefully took the bottle from Huxley. The drink was cold in his mouth and felt incredible against his unusually dry tongue. Hux stood for a moment watching Damien before moving towards the window in the room. Damien looked over as Huxley pointed at the blinds, another silent question. Damien nodded, appreciation now written across his face. Huxley knew Damien and Damien could see that in this moment. Huxley offered a smile to his boyfriend and began slowly pulling the shade, carefully closing the room into darkness. Huxley then moved towards the bed, and tapped his hand three times. Their nonverbal sign question of “touch?” It was moments like these that Damien was unbearably happy to have set those signals up together in the first place. But he stared at Hux for a moment, contemplating.
Finally managing to move his hands to fan himself and point at Huxley, another signal. Their signal that Damien knew he was hot and didn’t want to hurt Huxley. But again, with a small smile this time, Huxley tapped his own hand three times. With that the tears threatened Damien’s eyes again as he nodded. So Huxley crawled into bed next to Damien, allowing Damien to lay his head on his chest. Careful to not touch areas Huxley knew overstimulated Damien, he laid his arm around his partner. And for the first time in what felt like ages, Damien took in a deep breath. He stared up at the ceiling from his point of view on his back, head on Huxley’s chest. Completely enveloped in quiet with his headphones on as he closed his eyes.
Damien woke to Huxley’s fingers combing through his hair slowly and carefully. The headphones had come off some time ago during his nap, but he didn’t wake for that. He woke to the calming sensation of his boyfriend's fingers wrapping around his hair. A slow and calculated pattern as he wove through his hair. Safe. He opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Huxley to see a slight smile on his partner's face, a look of contentment. He smiled back at him, not caring about anything else in the world at that moment. All that mattered right here, right now was each other. A few moments into the moment of contentment was when Damien noticed how quiet his mind had finally gotten. He still didn’t feel quite ready to try speaking, he knew how delicate this stage was. Huxley did too, so his steady pace in Damien’s hair slowed to a stop as he moved one of his fingers to his mouth and tapped twice. The signal asking if he could speak or if that would be too much for Damien right now. Damien responded with a nod.
“Is there anything I can do for you right now baby?” His tone was hushed as he looked at his boyfriend. Damien watched him for a moment, thinking over the options in his head. Eventually leaning his head back down on Huxley’s chest, and tapped the top of his head. Huxley smiled at the small gesture and put his fingers back in Damien’s hair, slowly returning back to his previous pattern. Damien let out a sigh of relief again, focusing on the hand in his hair. Safe. He knew he was safe in this moment, here with Huxley. Those feelings from before, his worry and fear that Huxley would leave him over this vanished with every comb through his hair. He was safe. Huxley wasn’t going anywhere and the rest of the world could wait.
For right now, he was safe and he was loved. And that’s all he needed right now.
nic nic nic please can i request soft shower sex with price
ahh of course :) i was listening to all i need to hear by the 1975 while listening to this, so figured i would link it here too.
cw: shower sex, no mention of anatomy regarding reader
'Cause it all means nothing, my dear If I can't be holding you near So tell me you love me 'Cause that's all that I need to hear
hands rest at your waist, the grip is firm but comforting. his bear scratches against your cheek as he moves from the kiss to place multiple ones across your jawline and down to your neck. the hands gripping your waist now releasing slightly as fingers grab at the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. the warmth of his breath against your skin is briefly interrupted when the shirt tugs past your head and quickly tossed onto the floor by your feet.
and the two of you break apart, john headed for the shower with one hand undoing his pants while the other reaches for the shower knob to allow time for it to warm up. while he does that you focus on removing the rest of your clothes, feet awkwardly shuffling in place and thighs pressed against each other as a poor attempt to shield yourself. small steps are made towards john, your hands reaching out to help with getting his pants off to focus on something other than the fact you stood bare before him. despite the countless of times, there was still a shyness about being exposed fully.
one both of you stood naked now, price's hand grabbing for yours as he guided you into the shower. the warm water causing shivers up your spine as it hit your cold skin, a soft chuckle escaped passed price's lips and hands grabbed for your waist once more. your back pressed against his frontside, brain focusing between the water from the shower head hitting against your chest and price's lips coming in contact once more with the skin on your neck. small nips and kisses against your skin made you chuckle softly now.
"careful," you spoke softly, hands placing themselves on john's forearms that securely held you in place against him. "you know it's a pain to cover it up."
"but not impossible," he pointed out in return to your comment, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck. the arms around you loosened, but remained around you as he tapped a finger against your abdomen to indicate he wanted you to face him. obliging, you turned your body within his hold.
the man in front of you, chest hair clinging to his own skin that covered a few scars here and there, had your hands now find their way up to his neck. fingers brushing passed the scares, lingering a few moments longer than other spots, until you could pull him down slightly to your level. this time you initiate the kiss, fingers delicately grazing up his neck to hold his face in your hands. the action causing price to take two small steps to press your back against the cold tile. a small gasp pulls your lips from the kiss as the chill takes your body by surprise, but price closes the gap between your lips to reseal the kiss.
one arm slips away from your waist as he keeps the kiss intact despite bending down slightly to grab one of your legs; his hand hooking the inner side of your knee to hold it up.
"john–" you murmur against his lips, grabbing for his biceps now as you glance up at him.
"i got you," his voice assured, knowing you were worried about slipping against the tile. "not gonna let you out of my hold, m'kay?" and you nodded in response, letting him adjust both of your positions. only did his other hand leave your body briefly to align himself with you, grazing his tip against you before his hips pressed forward.
nails dug into the skin of his biceps as he slowly pushed into you, a soft 'ah' leaving your body involuntarily. your own body pressing forward away from the wall, the urge to be closer to him clouding your consciousness. his stomach pressed against your body, one hand gripping your knee tightly to securely hold you up as he thrusted slowly into you.
"gon' grab your other leg and lift you," it wasn't a question, but he was telling you, just so you wouldn't be taken by surprise. carefully, while still inside you, his hands grabbed where needed to pick you up. your back pressed back against the wall once more and you felt the muscles of his biceps flexing under your fingers as he picked up up.
your face nuzzled his neck, one hand holding the back of his head while the other gripped onto his bicep. soft moans echoing in the shower mixed with the sound of skin coming in contact at a steady pace. it wasn't fast or harsh, it felt like he was taking his time to imprint the memory in his mind.
the grunts that left his body had you hold onto him tighter, your eyes closed shut to remember the memory in your own mind.
"please," the plea came out mixed with a grunt, no other words trailing after it. but after enough times, you knew what he was asking from you.
"john price," you spoke as you pulled your face away from his neck, eyes locked onto his directly as you were face to face. "i love you." at the same time, your legs tightened around him as he thrusted into you.
"i love you."
there was never 'too' or 'more' attached to either of your words. you weren't just saying it back to each other just to say it. both of you meant it.
and for a brief moment, a smile broke on his face. the furrowing of his brows relaxed as his thrusts stopped to press into you, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes accompanied the smile before leaning in to kiss you. the thrusts resuming mid-kiss, clenching around him as he pushed you towards your orgasm.
"john," you mumbled against his lips. "i'm–" but, he mumbled back against your lips in return.
"come on," lips pecked yours quickly before his breathing became jagged and you took it as the 'okay'. both of your moans filling the bathroom, only now did his thrusts loose a rhythm before he pressed into you again and held himself there for a few moments while you clenched around him.
pulling out of you, your legs loosened from around his waist. his hands securely grabbing at your body as your feet pressed against the tile floor. the water somewhat still warm hit your bodies, both of you standing still to let it rinse you off briefly before john reached for the knob to shut the water off.
"let's get you dried off and in bed," a rough hand cupping your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you and you grabbing at his wrist, nodding before he kissed you.
I DIDJT GET THIS MOTIF FOR SOME REASON BUT AAAAA YES YES PLEASE I WANNA BE ROOMMATE SOULMATE BEST FRIENDS!!!
"Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?" no i want a best friend/roommate/soulmate that I can go on silly adventures with and hang out with and have deep intellectual discussions with and we can be life partners without any of the romance stuff
not a request, I just read your Calcharo dog people drabble and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *eats your work* THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FOOD!!! (cooked so hard, you put me in a food coma)
AWWHHH, Anon-!
You're too sweet aaaaaaaaa, thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic! <3 MWAH
happy pride month (ft ocs heather & sam) im forcing myself to draw my ocs more this month🔥🔥🔥
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No but seriously words can’t explain how much I love every single one of you <33 I LUV YOU ALL SM 😚😚💖💕
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Boys with silly interests I love you
Boys with loud laughs I love you(and there's nothing wrong with them being loud)
Boys on the aromantic spectrum I love you
Boys on the asexual spectrum I love you
Boys (incase it wasn't clear) I love you
Boys with acne I love you
Boys with stretch marks I love you
Boys with cellulite I love you
Boys with crooked teeth I love you
Boys with weird smiles I love you
horror franchise knockout 🥊💥: results!
this is it! after 9 bloody, brutal rounds, we have our one lone survivor. it was a close fight between a formidable pairing - saw, a 19 year, nine movie franchise with a film coming out in october, and evil dead, a 42 year, four film and 3 season franchise with a film coming out in april! saw almost got eliminated in about half the rounds of the poll, but fought tooth and nail to make it to the finals. evil dead won the least votes every single round, skating all the way through to the last faceoff. in the end, only one can win this knockout game.
the winner of the horror franchise knockout tournament is….
evil dead!
the final matchup was pretty tight, especially given the total sweep evil dead had the entire game, with 53.3% of the votes for saw, and 46.7% of the votes for evil dead. thanks everyone for playing along, congrats to ash williams for being the least hated franchise babygirl on tumblr!
if you wanna take a look at the round results, you can view them here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, bonus
and if youre wondering if “least hated” is the same as “most liked”, keep reading to compare the results of this game with the bonus round, where i asked what the best/favorite franchise was!
horror franchise knockout eliminations in order, aka most hated to least hated:
- final destination
- child’s play
- psycho
- halloween
- friday the 13th
- texas chainsaw massacre
- nightmare on elm street
- scream
- saw
- evil dead
i wanted to look at what proportion of votes the eliminated franchises got relative to how many options there were, so that we could compare each round equivalently despite the differing numbers of options. these numbers are essentially the percent of votes divided by (1/number of films in the round), both as a whole number (so times 100).
based on that, the order from most severe sweep to closest-to-even result was:
- final destination (2.21)
- friday the 13th (2.20)
- child’s play (2.03)
- texas chainsaw massacre (1.90)
- nightmare on elm street (1.65)
- psycho (1.50)
- halloween (1.48)
- scream (1.13)
- saw (1.07)
- evil dead (.93)
and the result of the bonus round, from worst/least liked to best/favorite:
- psycho (3.4%)
- friday the 13th and texas chainsaw massacre (4.3%)
- halloween and nightmare on elm street (4.6%)
- final destination (6.1%)
- child's play (7.2%)
- scream (19.8%)
- evil dead (22.2%)
- saw (23.5%)
theres some pretty interesting differences between these orders! the final three in the knockout game (relatively close last two rounds) were also the most liked franchises by a landslide in the bonus round, (though saw managed to eek out the win there!) and the closest results by proportional numbers. but, the first two eliminated franchises (final destination and evil dead) fared better than the rest when i asked people to vote for what the liked most. of course, the fun of the game was seeing how the choices left impacted the votes, so the independent bonus round isnt the same at all, but its fun to look at
thanks again for playing!
This account in a nutshell
Balsam?... Balsam✨
So I redid Balsam's sprite
He looked so basic among everyone else and no I don't care if he's just a one off character, he deserved better >:[
There isn't a lot I can do other than make his pants more interesting because eww shirts so now he has chaps/some sort of armor lol with some peculiar keepsakes...
Oh also gave him the body hair he deserves, his chest floof is augh, so floofy 😔Also happy trail :D
Not too sure with how I did on the arm hair tho, but it's...passable :']
Improved both his body and clothes rendering too :3
So uhhh yeah! Das all folks
i LOVE love love pottery and i WILL be tuning in mylah <3
simple, oikawa tooru
synopsis: popular boyband, table44, has just announced a year long hiatus after dropping their latest album! oikawa tooru, the lead singer and lyricist, attempts to pursue a solo career during the break. however, he struggles to write songs with the same depth and emotion as he did in the past. it isn't until he's forced against his will to take part in some "stupid" pottery class with his (ex)bandmates, that inspiration happens to shape it's way into his heart.
content: smau, romance, fluff, humor, kys/kms jokes, sort of a celebrity/band au, strangers to lovers, not really a slow burn, pining, oikawa being pathetic (when is he not), miscommunication, like a handful of angst, artist's muse sorta trope (goes both ways), ignore the timestamps!!!
status: coming soon...
taglist form (open!)
profiles:
(ex)table44 country bumpkins extras
teasers:
teaser 1, teaser 2
chapters:
01. pending... 02. pending... 03. pending...
author note: hi!!! welcome to the "simple" masterlist!!! hehe i would like to clarify that i wont start posting chapters until late july/early august because i want to focus on my other fics first, but!!! i will be posting the character profiles and a few teasers before then :) also pls bare will me i don't know that much about bands or music or pottery so ill be learning as i write LOL
DROPPED THE BEST FIC EVER I SWEARR SO GOOD SO GOOD MAE, SO GOOD
I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!
Byeah
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
Y'all I just realized I'm at 200 followers... I haven't been very active recently, have had a lot of distractions and projects that I will show you soon. I think I'm just going to steal babygirls idea and offer a Q&A. Ask literally anything you want whether it is personal, art related, Ghost related, or nothing at all teehee. I'll answer them in 2 days. Until then I'm working on In Pursuit of Something Better and Wounded. Thank you for 200 smooch smooch 🫶🫶🫶